He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ This story is not safe. It's addictive, explicit, and threaded with triggers that bite. It drags you through obsession, trauma, and the kind of desire that hurts as much as it heals. If you can't handle morally grey men, broken women, or the thin line between love and ruin, stop here. If you can... keep reading. I thought monsters only lived in the dark, until I was framed for a murder I didn't commit and dragged into a world that felt darker than any nightmare. Where he was. Where he's always been. Watching me. He doesn't love. He claims what's his and destroys anyone who touches it. I tried to run from the shadow that haunts me, but somehow, every time, I end up running straight back to him. He's danger wrapped in devotion. My curse. My obsession. My undoing. I should fear him. And I do. But fear doesn't stop the pulse between my thighs. Or the way my heart betrays me when he whispers my name like a threat and a prayer. They call it madness. I call it survival. Because in his darkness, I stopped being hunted. I became the desire. He's the shadow I was meant to run from, but the one who left his hunger burning deep inside me. Big news! 🎉 Stalked To Be Desired and Damned is officially available on Amazon! This story you've loved is now in paperback-ready to sit beautifully on your bookshelf. Go grab your copy now and own a piece of the story! https://a.co/d/02d5Mwtq

Tamara's world is already complicated enough. As an asthmatic JSS3 student just trying to navigate school, health, and her tight-knit friendships with Ese, Tosin, and protective senior Dale, the last thing she needs is more drama. But the heart doesn't ask for permission. Somadina - the charismatic senior she's secretly crushing on - is trapped in his own web: a forced marriage pact with Sylvia, an unresolved past with Dale's older sister, and a younger sister whose feelings for him cross familial lines. Dale - her loyal male best friend - is hiding his own secret: he's in love with Tamara, and watching her fall for someone else is tearing him apart. And then there's Mide, the senior who bullies her relentlessly yet can't stay away. Tamara thinks he hates her, but beneath the taunts is an obsession burning as fiercely as love. Complicating things further? Tosin, one of Tamara's best friends, is nursing complicated feelings for the very bully tormenting her. Caught in a tangled triangle of love, obsession, and loyalty, Tamara must figure out who sees her for her - not as a pawn in someone else's game, a replacement for a past love, or an object of twisted affection - before her heart, and her health, give out. In a world where every senior wants a piece of her heart, torn between the senior she wants, the friend who loves her, and the boy who loves her enough to destroy everything-Tamara must decide who will she choose to give it. Find out for more pixels. Your one and only booktok girl #🌸Cotessa🌸🌺 Your Naija girl

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

He bent his head and spoke into my mouth, his lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me "If you know how hard I'm trying to control myself, you wouldn't have done that". My stomach dropped and I felt a throb between my legs, I myself needed self control. ••• Aisha Abubakar , A young Ambitious lady who was married to a multi millionaire 'Bilal Muhammad Kabir' who was popularly known as Sarki(King) because of the fear and respect people had for him due to the wealth and power he acquired at his young age. Aisha was scared of commitment because of her past, while Bilal doesn't love because he believes love is a weakness and besides he only has time for his work and nothing else. See how the couples will slowly but surely fall in love.

He had everything a man could want. Money,Power,Women...just name it. In Abuja's elite circles, his name alone sent whispers across luxury halls and glass towers. Men envied him. Women dreamed of him. He never needed to chase ,the world bent to his will. She wasn't the type to stand out in a crowd. Not the loudest. Not the flashiest. Not the one dripping in gold or painted in colors that demanded attention Her life was simple. A modest home in a middle-class part of Abuja, mornings filled with the chatter of children at school. Her simplicity was his undoing,And he was ready to burn everything, everyone even her peace just to make her his. Not because of beauty that glittered Not because of words that flattered But because of something rarer...

"Where am I?" "That's none of your concern." "If my location isn't my concern, then whose is it?" "Mine, and I know, so you're fine." He finally was able to yank me on top of him. I elbowed his face trying to get up once again. "Look, I told you already. I don't know what the fuck you think this is, but I am not the fucking one. Don't test me. Get your hands off of me or I swear to god I'll choke you." "I'd enjoy it." the minute the words left his mouth I punched him in the throat then pressed my forearm into his neck as he sputtered. "I told you not to test me. You may think you're crazy, but I promise you I'm crazier." He smirked up at me and my stomach dropped. Maybe I was wrong. _________________________________________________ Nani figures that her kidnapping is the worst thing that can happen to her. But when she uncovers something much bigger than her is at stake, she is thrown into a world of lies, fake love, seduction, betrayal, espionage, and danger. Time is running out for her to save millions of people, all while she deals with a lunatic who has decided he must have her at any cost. If she wasn't crazy before, this would be her breaking point. ATTENTION: If you think this will be that book where the female is okay with being beaten, raped, and treated like property, I am warning you. Nani is not the one. She will not play those games.

..."Auntie please! Don't let them see me. Don't let them take me back there..." He rushed behind her, his voice trembling with fear. "Who's after you?" she asked, scanning the deserted road. But he said nothing. He only kept looking around as though danger lurked in every shadow. His clothes were dirty. His hair was unkempt. Yet there was something about him that made her pause. "Get in the car." She wasn't thinking straight. Her heart simply couldn't leave him alone in the middle of the road. --- Doctor Lilian Cheta Ejiofor. One of the youngest doctors in Anambra State. She was driving home from the hospital a few minutes past midnight. That night changed everything. Because that was the night she found him. Luke Timi Olawale. A man people called mad. A man who spoke, acted and saw the world through the eyes of a child. But was he truly insane? Or was there a story hidden beneath the fear in his eyes? Find out in... CUTE BUT PSYCHO A Naija Adult Romance.

----------------------------- PUBLISHED AS A PAID STORY ON GOODNOVELS UNDER EDITOR'S PICKS. ------------------------------ You are an 100 lvl student bah?" "Yes" "Turn right,there's a guy in black overalls,he'll register you" "Thank you" "You are welcome" I gave a curtsive nod as I walked forward and turned right. Paul was chatting and laughing with some boys and as I was about to say something, I saw a guy in black overalls so I quickly walked up to him. Paul could wait for now. His head was buried in his phone as I approached him. "I want.... " "What's your name?" He asked without taking his eyes off his phone cutting me off. I stilled immediately. I was dazzled by his voice as I instantly craved to hear it again. "Huh?" "What's your name?" He asked again without even raising his head. Oh god! I could have an organsm right now. Oladele Anjola is an 100lvl student of Computer Science who just got admitted into Federal University of Technology, otherwise known as FUTA. She's extremely reserved and a big introvert. Although beautiful and intelligent, she has zero social skills. Adeleke Kolawole is your typical one of the most popular guys at FUTA. Cute, tall, handsome and brilliant and has more than half of the female population running after him. But Kola is the second definition of being snubbish and icy. He barely has friends and keeps to himself. Jola is totally smitten by Kola on their meeting and for the first time in Kola's life, he has a girl in his head. No matter how hard he tries to get her out of his head, she wouldn't budge, its not like he wanted her out of his head though. And so, an interesting love story starts. What will happen when Jola discovers that her very first friend in FUTA, Fisayo also has a huge crush on Kola. Will she give him up for friendship or give up her friendship for Kola. Its truly an hard decision, but sometimes before anyone else, we should come first.